Icky Thump
Ya he, icky thumpWho'd a thunk?Sittin' drunkOn a wagon to Mexico
Her hairWhat a chumpAnd my headGot a bumpWhen I hit it on the radio
Redhead senoritaLookin' deadCame to, said'I need a bed' in Espanol
So I gave 'em drink of waterI'm gonna sing around the collarWell, I don't need a microphone
YeahIcky thumpWith the lumpIn my throatGrab my coatAnd now it's reckonedI was ready to go
Yeah, I swam beside the hairShe had one white eyeOne blank stareLookin' up, lyin' there
On a stand in her hairWas a candy caneBlack rum, sugar caneDry eyeSomethin' strange!
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Well, AmericansWhat, nothin' better to do?Why don't you kick yourself out?You're an immigrant too
Who's usin' who?What should we do?Well, you can't be a pimpAnd a prostitute too
Icky thumpHandcuffed to a bunkRobbed blindLooked aroundAnd there was nobody else
Left aloneI hit myself with a stoneWent homeAnd learned how to clean up after myself